Everyday Valentines (a poem)
My love !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bewildered impression
Is it love or is it more than hate?
Faltered perfection
Is it smile or is it more than tear?
A daily milieu of good mornings
A paradox of lineage,
Wishes to dictate the opposites
Obscure to lure foliage.
Nights are forsaken citadel
I killed the ‘my’ before ‘me’ could get to know,
Days are illustrated rebel
I am living till night on thy farewell furrow.
Sky is your love protégé
Breathing the myth of being,
Moon is character refuse
Bearing the marooned rearing.
Rays of hope kisses me awake
I born every morning in tender warmth,
Sun is my love till I die apiece dusk
Shower in the shine of love all around.
Let the days never walk the aisle down
Let me be your sleep, my sweetheart,
Let me be the deep ocean bed to crown
If it’s there that you hide every night.
Intensity abound with demeanour
Sun shines enervate ruptured joy,
Green leaves sigh futile admire
Chirping birds fly to passion ahoy.
Twilight yarn to bid good night
Tears of separation cries never to ever,
Sun is my love to death might
Now again Sun is about to sleep fervour.
My Sun !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Uhhh! And should I smile
Or should I cry
Then am I to love
Or I am to hate?
Wiping my tears
And in a tight hug….
My Sun whispered in my ear…
“My Valentine, do not cry
For I am to liven you with my touch
Tomorrow again there will be a new sky.
For every day is our Valentine’s Day…
And you my love, My everyday Valentine.”
Bewildered impression
Is it love or is it more than hate?
I do hate my sun….as night comes
If only the EXIT word no longer exist.
Faltered perfection
Is it smile or is it more than tear?
Tears smile as they know……..
There will be a tomorrow again,
If only perfection would not hesitate...
To enjoy imperfection.
En route a further death….
I walk down the aisle toward my Sun,
Every day is to be our Valentine’s Day
Yet again !
